can we also talk about his entire face and soul patch and eyes

the wedding video- h.s imagine

After pressing the record button, Niall sat down on the chair across from you. He gave you a thumbs up which you returned back with a smile.

“So Y/N, tell me about what you thought about Harry the first time you met.” Niall read off the list he prepared to ask both you and Harry. With your wedding coming up in a couple of weeks, Niall thought about what he could possibly give you guys as a wedding gift. He wanted to get you guys something special. He wanted to get you something that hopefully one days you guys will cherish. So…he came up with the brilliant idea of creating a pre-wedding video for you guys. He planned to interview you and Harry separately and ask you questions about your relationship. He figured that maybe you guys might want to play it for the guests at the wedding. He also thought in the future, if you guys were ever feeling doubtful or getting through a rough patch in the marriage, you guys would have this video to watch and remember the love you guys have.

You let out a chuckle as you remember the day you met Harry clear as day, three years ago. “The first thought I had about Harry?” You repeated, looking back at Niall, trying to avoid contact with the camera (Niall said that it would look more authentic that way). Niall smiled and nodded his head.

“Clumsy.” You looked down at your lap and shrugged your shoulders as you let out another laugh. Niall softly let out a chuckle himself. “I remember when he was walking up to me, I guess he was so nervous, he spilled his wine on me.”

You shook your head and with a smile, you continued, “He was apologizing a million times a minute. I was laughing the whole time. I remember Harry’s face was as red as a tomato. He promised he would buy me a new blouse.”

Niall smiled, having a mini flashback from when Harry told him about how he spilled his drink on the most beautiful girl he has ever seen in his life. He remembers Harry’s lazy smile as he described how funny you were and how you even laughed at his God awful puns. “And did he ever buy you a new blouse?”

You looked up at Niall and laughed, “You know what? He actually never did. He did buy me a drink though that night.”

“When did you first realize you loved Harry?” Niall asked as he read out another question.

You remained quiet as you tried remembering. In reality, there were tons of moments where you just stopped for a moment and took a minute to look at Harry and go, “I really love this man.” You tried pin pointing the moment where you knew Harry was it for you. 

Finally you answered, “The first time I realized Harry was when we babysat Freddie for the first time. Louis was in a bit of a pickle and didn’t have anyone to babysit so naturally we volunteered. As soon as Louis left the door, Freddie was an absolute mess. He was crying and screaming off the walls. We didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t until Harry picked up Freddie and whispered into his ear ‘Everything will be okay. Daddy will be back soon’ that he started to settle down. Seeing how well Harry treated Freddie and how he was able to calm him down that quickly, it made me realize that I wanted Harry to be the father to my children one day. Seeing him like that…it made me fall in love.”

As you were telling the story, you were staring at the ring on your finger with a smile. Harry’s always been wonderful with children and you knew, without a doubt, he was going to be the most amazing father.

Niall looked down at his list of questions. He smiled as he read out one of the last questions, “Do you have a message for Harry before the wedding?”

You smiled as you stared directly into the camera. “I love you, Harry. I love you so much my heart hurts. I love how you’re able to make me laugh even when I’m feeling as low as can be. I love your stupid puns even when no one else does. I can’t wait until I’m your wife. Nothing will make me happier.” You paused and wiped your eyes as they began to get teary, “I know in my heart we are meant to be. You’re my soul mate and I am so lucky to get to spend everyday for the rest of my life with you.”

“Alright Harry, I’m just going to ask you some questions, alright mate?” Niall asked as he sat down on his chair across from Harry.

Harry nodded his head as he stared at the blinking red light at the top of the camera. Niall looked down at his questions, debating on what question he should ask first. Finally, Niall asked, “What was going on in your mind as you were proposing to Y/N?”

Harry took a hold of his bottom lip and let out a chuckle as he stared off into the ground. “I was thinking ‘God, I hope I don’t shit my pants’. There I was on one knee, asking the most beautiful girl known to man to spend the rest of her life with me. There’s always that doubt in your mind. Yes, you’ve been with that person for a long time but that doesn’t necessarily mean they want to be in that type of commitment with you. I think any person thinks that as they’re proposing. They think, ‘Please take that leap of faith in me’. And when she said yes…I just couldn’t believe it. Honestly, it took my mind a moment to realize that she said it. To this day, I still can’t believe it.”

“What was your first impression of Y/N?”

“My first impression of Y/N…she’s gorgeous. I saw her from across the room, just standing there and she took my breath away. I knew that I had to talk to her or I would regret it for the rest of my life. Somehow, without even knowing what her name was, I knew she was the one I was going to spend the rest of my life with.” Harry smiled as he looked at Niall.

Niall nodded as he mentally praised himself for having one of the best wedding gifts ever. “What’s your favorite thing about Y/N?”

Harry looked down at his fingers, playing with his rings. “I couldn’t pick just one. I love everything about her. I love how kind her heart is. I love how she never saw me as Harry Styles, celebrity. She saw me as me. Plain, old Harry Styles. In our entire relationship, I never had to worry about her loving me for the wrong reasons. I knew she loved me for who I am. Not my status. I love how she’s beautiful, inside and out. I just love her.”

Niall stood up and stopped the video from recording. He clapped his hands together, “Alright. I think I have enough questions.”

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A Tale Of Two Virgins

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Characters: Y/n, Michael, Cas, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Michael x Y/n (FEMALE READER)

Warnings: Mostly smut, some plot, fingering, pussy eating, blowjob, unprotected sex, fluff, ‘soulmate’ stuff happening, more fluff…

Word count: 2643

Summary: You and Michael decide to take the next step in your relationship-sex.

A/N: Ok, so…requested fic by anon-Hey! Can you please write a Michaelxreader for a girl reader? Like the reader is a virgin and Michael teaches her? Thanks!!. Ok, wasn’t so much him teaching me, as it was both of us learning together. Also, sorry this took sooo long!! Hope u like it!!

Tagged peeps: @waywardsons-imagines @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname @sallyp-53 @greyravenvixen @helvonasche @notnaturalanahi @wayward-mirage @riversong-sam @nerdflash @miss-miep @impala-dreamer @unknown-chronicles @chelsea072498 @deals-with-demons @plaidstiel-wormstache @impalaimagining @scorpiongirl1 @the-latina-trickster @aingealcethlenn @squirrels-angels-and-moose @meganwinchester1999 @cubs2019-blog @lucifer-in-leather @straightestgay-voice @professsionalsinner @deantheotherkingofkinks @50shadesofyes @lucis-unicorn @kumaartz @whispersandwhiskerburn @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell @colespriverdale @daddysxlittlexsunshine @moose-andnotmoose @atc74 @wonderange @becaamm @mogaruke @aiaranradnay


“Are you sure you want to do this?”

His hands stayed on your thighs, thumbs caressing your skin softly, just inches away from your glistening folds.

“I-I want this. I know I do. I just…”

You shrugged, not really wanting to let him know you were terrified right now.

His hand gripped your chin, raising your head and making you look into his soft green eyes, concern evident.

“What are you scared of?”

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happy-daes  asked:

Heyyy i was wondering, what's your favourite thing about each member of b.a.p? (Or favourite things since I know you can't just choose one 👀 neither can i so it's fine)

r;igeurfnjarsgj this is so hard but I will try 

Yongguk: I like his big smile, his smile in general really, how incredibly strong he is, how much of a father he is to his boys, how he works hard for BAP and the fans even when he’s not feeling up to being in the public eye or just not feeling it that day, and we can all tell he’s not comfortable or just not into it, but he still has a big smile on his face and still tries his very best to reassure us that he’s actually okay and that he loves us. I like how he writes and composes music, like damn his music is amazing holy shit. I love his cave voice ;; I love his love for Tigger, I love how he has a heart of gold, I love that he comes off as intimidating and mean mugging but is actually such a soft I cannot believe anyone could think he is scary ;;

Himchan: I love that he’s so strong headed, I love that he wont let members talk shit, I love that he’ll tell daehyun to stfu when no one else will, I love when he gets super hyper on vlive and just gets really loud and obnoxious, I love his incredible voice, I love his very soft soul, I love his love for fans, I love his bunny smile, I love his belly laugh, I love his shy smile, I love his love for his boys, I love his respect for Bbang, I love his entire stage presence, I love that he’s actually drop dead gorgeous, I love that he can smile and work hard even through his toughest times. 

Daehyun: I love his pillow lips, I love his inhale laugh, I love his hands, I love his voice, I love that he has to sing everything at any time out loud like super loudly, I love his friendship with Youngjae, I love that he doesn’t give a shit, I love that he’s so passionate for BAP and Babys, I love that he is composing his own songs and performing them live, I love that he spoils us on IG and Twitter, I love that he gives Babys presents just cause, I love his high notes, I love how he moves his body when he sings, I love his big teeth smile, I love his whiskers, I love the patches of bad skin that he’s so insecure about, I love his golden glow, I love his big ears, I love that he’s so fucking loud all the time, I love that he’s actually such a soft sensitive squish. 

Youngjae: I love his pursed lips, I love his small nose, I love his really weird squeak laugh, I love when he gets really excited and starts to yell, I love when he laughs really hard he claps like a seal, I love his sass, I love his apple cheeks, I love his voice when he sings really high notes (I love his singing voice very much tbph) I love that he’s super sensitive but hides it, I love that he gets along wth all the members, I love that he’s mature and professional enough to MC, I love his entire presence on variety shows and interviews, I love his boyfriend vlives, I love all of his selfies, I love how he fluffs up his hair with his pinky, I love that he’s just so casually extra all the time. 

Jongup: I love that he’s super shy, I love that he’s an introvert, I love that he loves anime, I love his laugh, I love when he’s familiar with his surroundings and perks up a bit, I love that he’s actually such a fucking goof ball, I love his really deep throat laugh, I love his freckle on his nose, I love his really sharp eyes, I love his dancing, I love his singing, I love that he’s so reserved for an idol, I love that he allows Daehyun to have his nudes on his phone, I love that he’s soooo respectful and genuinely  loves Himchan, I love that he respects all of his hyungs and Zelo, I love that he’s one of the youngest and still more mature than the middle son line, I love that he works hard on choreographing BAPs dances, I love his weird fucking love for chocolate milk, I love when he’s feeling comfortable in his surroundings and acts like the goofball we all love and cherish so much. I love that the entire fandom collectively knows to protect jongup. 

Zelo: I love his give no fucks attitude, I love that even tho he’s unstoppable, he still respects and listens to his hyungs, I love his blinking habit, I love his singing voice, I love that every verse he ever has he goes hard asf, I love his undying love for his puppers, I love his whole teeth smile, I love his meme flirt face, I love that he is rude and looks and sounds mature one second but reminds us that he is actually in fact a kid the next, I love that he makes videos singing to his doggo, I love that he’s open and honest with his fans on vlive that even Daehyun has to shut him up sometimes, I love that he’s a tall smol, I love his respect for Bbang, I love his love for skateboarding, I love that he also works hard to choreograph BAPs dances, I love that he choreographed Be Happy, I love that he goes out drinking in the states even tho he’s only 20, I love that he acts like this big ole grown ass man. I love him so much… 


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Surprisingly Sweet

Request: Could I trouble you to write a story about the reader being Stiles’ older sister who’s ina  relationship with Derek, and Stiles&Scott and the pack are always really shocked when they see the grumpy sourwolf being all adorable and cuddly? Dont stress though, youre probably overloaded with reqyests!

Tags: @the-shewxlf, @megant22, @sexywolfsfordays, @houseofrahl, @sterek-basically, @kittycatgirlmaddie, @misshinehou, @unbreakablevoices, @champagneblues, @dallysgreasergirl, @juliaspnlover, @cineyou, @lipstickstainsandwerewolfchains, @fallenangel-13x, @urwarriorangel, @bless-my-demons, @lunaskyhunter, @arkhamirwin, @fangirlnerd101, @m-a-t-91​, @meanwhilesmiley​, @edithambroreigns

Word count: 2368

Author’s note: First things first: Happy Friday the 13th, Cinnamon Rolls! :3 Also, I’m going to be including a link to my Masterpost from now on, so it’s going to be easier to find for everyone :) I also hope this imagine turned out fine, especially because the Anon who sent it in was such a considerate sweetie that I melted the first time I read the message. I really put everything I’ve got into this, exclusively for You, you adorable Anon!


I’ve always considered myself a rational being, which is why I’ve never been the type to believe in the so-called butterflies that start batting their wings viciously in your stomach whenever you see your crush – but then again, life is about being proven wrong for the sake of getting to know the truth, no matter what about, and my beliefs regarding love were shattered to pieces not long ago when I met one Derek Hale.

It all happened during the last day of school before we graduated. My best friend, Lydia and I, had plans for the afternoon before starting our heavy study sessions in the upcoming days, but out of the blue, she said it wasn’t good for her after checking a text message that she had been sent seconds ago.

After our last lesson, I walked to the parking lot with her, where she said goodbye to me before approaching a man who was leaning against his black car, hands tucked away safely into the pockets of his leather jacket, sunglasses hung in the collar of his grey V-neck shirt. The sunbeams gleamed on the hood of his car and since the burning celestial body was behind him, it highlighted his features appealingly – his sharp frame, chiselled face and his hair that was straining upwards messily in haphazard directions.

He had an overwhelming charisma to him that trapped me the second I saw him, and there went my theories about love at first sight being a hoax. There was a tingle in the pit of my stomach, an itching hotness started to churn in my lower belly, and my heart leaped into my throat as though trying to choke me. I could hardly breathe, and I didn’t realise I was holding back my breath until Lydia left me. The only thing that registered in my mind was the feeling that something was still hanging in the air – either Lydia’s words, or my sudden numbness, or feeling frazzled, or my empty thoughts – I couldn’t tell which one was it.

I couldn’t, because at that moment, nothing else existed to me besides the fact that the guy was boring his eyes into me. It didn’t matter that it was more like an unfriendly glare than anything, because it was directed at me, and it showed me that he recognised me, and nothing was more important than that. My body always responds with a shiver whenever I recall how we maintained eye contact sternly, neither of us wanting to break it like it was a competition between us, as pathetic as that sounds.

That was my first ever time meeting Derek.

The second time came around when my younger brother, Stiles, offered to take me home from my workplace, being paranoid that something might happen to me. He threw me a text just minutes before the end of my shift that something had come up, and he wasn’t coming to pick me up, so he asked Scott to do it instead. I shrugged it off and proceeded to wipe the coffee maker and counter clean, arrange the cups nicely on the shelves, then take the mop and clean the floor. I was sweaty and I was irritated with myself and the entire world by the time I finished everything, mentally cursing myself for telling Heather she could go home earlier and I’d close up the shop. All I wanted was a nice foamy bath and my bed.

With my hair dishevelled, entire being reeking of caffeine, dark circles decorating the underside of my eyes and my cheeks dusted with patches of ground coffee, I left the shop and closed the door. Scott was nowhere to be seen, so I opted to pull my book out to read while waiting, but just as I was rummaging around in my bag, a familiar vehicle rolled down the street, halting in front of me. My eyes widened to the size of a saucer. What was he doing here? Especially when I look like this?

Mortification engulfed me in a fraction of a second, and I could only pray that my cheeks weren’t getting red, albeit I could feel them heating up. I forced a smile on my lips as I did my best to refrain from yelling at Scott. I didn’t want the man to think I’m a lunatic or something for shouting with Scott for no apparent reason.

What shocked me was that both of them got out of the Camaro – Scott to greet me with a hug, whereas the man to introduce himself to me. I was thrilled that I could finally touch him skin on skin as we shook hands, and the contact sent a jolt of electricity zigzagging through my entire body, prodding and twinging my very soul.

From then on, I kept glimpsing Derek at random times, at random spots of Beacon Hills – mostly around my home and my workplace, though. He started coming to the shop in the mornings, and since he ordered the same thing for a whole week, I knew what to prepare for him by heart. He always arrived half an hour after opening, just like clockwork, and spent hours and hours there, sometimes merely sitting there, watching his environment and sipping his order, sometimes working on something, sometimes reading. And sometimes, when the traffic flattened in the shop, he came up to me to talk.

They were all light conversations, mostly small talk that I normally hate, but with him, I didn’t mind it, because we were speaking to each other. After a while, he boldly asked me about my work schedule, and since then on, he always came to pick me up when I finished at an ungodly time and it was too late for it to be safe to let me go home alone.

Then the small talks took a turn and they eventually switched to being more serious topics. The change was gradual, both of us wary and careful not to push the limits of the other and not to cross any kind of line of discretion. We started sharing more personal details about ourselves, and we realised we had a lot in common, hence more and more topics came up that we could converse about, including series, books, music and so much more.

Before we knew it, we were a couple. At first, we didn’t notice it for what it was – it was Heather to call Derek my boyfriend, and I immediately felt a spark of hotness inside me. I protested, but we kept getting similar comments and looks from our circle of friends, and so, he ended up asking me out for a real date.

I was clued in to the supernatural not long after. I had gone to his flat the previous afternoon, and I slept in his bed with him spooning me for the whole night. Turned out he’d already invited our common friends over, which I got to know when I staggered down the stairs, still rubbing my eyes drowsily, determined to make a beeline for the kitchen to ease the demanding growling of my stomach, only to find myself face to face with the others. Needless to say, I instantly blushed and wanted to turn around to make myself look more decent and presentable to them, but Derek chuckled and, with a gentle hold around my wrist, pulled me down, right into his chest so that my hands were trapped between us, resting on his chest as he hugged me.

He insisted I stayed and listened to everything they had to discuss, and so, when Stiles mentioned something supernatural for the first time, my eyebrows shot up, and I was sure they disappeared in my hairline. They calmly explained everything to me, and when I asked Derek why did he share it with me so soon, for it being quite personal, he said, ‘Because I’m afraid that if I get too attached to you and tell you about it too late and you can’t bare to stay with me afterwards, I wouldn’t be able to let you go.’

That was also the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to me, and I couldn’t help but kiss him giddily in front of everyone, still wearing my pyjamas and my ridiculous fluffy pink slippers, hair still yet to be brushed and freed from the loosened messy knot on the top of my head. I threw my arms around his neck and he returned the gesture, closing me into his embrace by placing a broad palm on the small of my back, the other combing through the stray tresses that escaped from the rubber ring overnight.

As for now, my phone is ringing with a new text message that Lydia sent me.

When are you coming? Derek is going nuts over here, and he’s more annoying than your brother.

I chuckle, knowing exactly how much Stiles can push Lydia’s patience, so I increase my momentum and hurry down the streets to the block of flats where Derek lives. Even down there, in front of the gargantuan building, I’m aware that Derek can already hear my heartbeat. As if on cue, his burly shape appears behind the huge window, and I squint to be able to see him better. I wave to him with wide motions, and he greets me, too. I couldn’t hide my zeal even if I wanted to, taking off to jog to the entrance and up the stairs, straight to his door, where he’s already waiting for me when I arrive.

Without missing a beat, he pulls me inside with a palm spread on my waist and reels me in for an impassioned kiss, which I return with ardent fervour, his plush pink flesh curling up against mine blissfully. He cups my hips and curls his fingers under my chin to keep me where I am, my fingers raking through the short spikes of his hair, elated to be welcomed by him again.

We flutter away from each other when someone clears their throat sharply. Derek reluctantly relinquishes and retreats from me, but doesn’t fail to keep his arm wrapped around me, asserting his territory to the others, ignoring they are already well aware of it. He leads me to the sofa and has me sit next to him closely so that our thighs aren’t just touching – they are plastered together. He continues to rub small circles into my skin through my cardigan as the pack meeting goes on, with Derek intermittently littering tiny kisses all over my temple and cheek, making me grin stupidly in happiness.

Noticing that Stiles, Lydia, Allison, Scott, Isaac and Malia are all watching us, I crane my neck to bury myself in the crook of Derek’s strong neck in an attempt to hide my face, giving myself the impression of a scared ostrich that’s first instinct is to dig its head in sand when something startles it. The only one to roll his eyes at our affectionate fumbling is Peter, but none of us gives him much credit. As for Derek, he tightens his hold around me and just draws me even closer to him, close enough for him to curl his other arm around me, too, holding me protectively, lovingly.

“You know, dude,” Stiles speaks up. “The first time we met I honest to God thought you were a serial killer or something. So seeing you being all cuddly and gentle is really puzzling me, you know. That’s why I was wary at first when I got to know you were dating my sister.”

“Serial killer?” Derek asks in amusement, his low voice rumbling through his chest, travelling into me through our contact. It puts me at ease, like a distant brontide.

“Yeah, with the leather jacket and mysterious attitude anyone would have thought that,” Stiles hedges, flailing his hands in a self-preserving manner. “I mean, not to be rude here, but I should have probably taken a picture. You’d understand what I’m talking about then, man.”

“I feel you,” Scott chimes in. “I was scared when you first approached us in the woods. I was thinking, ‘Oh God, this guy is probably going to kill us or eat us alive’.”

“Eat you alive?” Derek echoes, apparently tasting the words, rehearsing what it feels like on his tongue. “I’m not that intimidating.”

“Yeah, you are,” the boys oppose at the same time, making most of our team chuckle, excluding Peter, who crosses his legs and arms as he leans back on the couch, making himself comfortable. On the other hand, I nestle myself deeper into Derek’s embrace like a kitten, and my boyfriend’s instinctual response to that is to tilt his head to the side to rest his cheek against the top of my head after kissing my hair and inhaling my redolence.

“He isn’t that bad,” I offer, smiling up at him. In return, he arches a brow at me and asks me teasingly, playfully, “Oh yeah? ‘Not that bad’?”

“You know I like that about you,” I say, pulling his head down to peck the tip of his nose.

“Holy mother of God,” Stiles flails, baffled. “Who would have thought that Derek Sour Wolf Hale is capable of being adorable and affectionate? Who knew he had feelings?”

“Hey,” I chide him, smoothing my palm over the breadth of Derek’s sculpted ribcage, smattering of dark chest hair peeking out from under the collar of his Henley where it’s riding low due to my ministrations. “He isn’t a sociopath, of course he has feelings.”

“Thankfully. Just so you know,” Stiles threatens, turning to the werewolf I’m lounging on. “If you hurt her in any way, I’m going to hunt you down. I know where you live, and I have a best friend who can find you by your scent, and whose girlfriend is a huntress who knows how to hunt you down.”

Derek narrows his eyes at him, “How could you kill me?”

Stiles dismisses him with a shrug, “I have my ways.”

Derek snorts under his breath, then kisses my forehead, murmuring against it, “Don’t worry. I could never hurt her, and never will.”

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I got around to analyzing the Cross x Dream comic, and, well, let’s just say I found some stuff I kinda wanted to bring attention to… whoops… sorry in advance? (I’m not trying to hurt anyone, I’m just being overly observant as usual.)

And no, this actually isn’t another rant about how Nightmare is unloved, thank goodness. This is supposed to be half comedy, so only take it half seriously. My strong reactions to things are for comedic effect, I mean. In fact, most of it is simply my reactions to the comic while I was reading it.

I don’t own any of the images used.

Update: Since the Cross x Dream comic was abruptly discontinued, this post doesn’t have much importance anymore, but I’m still going to leave this here for… historical purposes? Yeah, let’s just go with that.

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#SanversWeek Day 7: Soulmate AU

So this was supposed to be a short meet-cute minific no more than 600 words and it is instead the potential start of an entire au that I want to write because god I love this Idea. 

On their 13th birthday they started wearing long sleeves, stopped talking to their best friend, Vicky, about soulmates, started scouring the internet, and got very, very afraid. Alex Danvers, on their 13th birthday learned something they hadn’t ever considered. Their soulmate is either a boy named Margaret Sawyer, or a girl.

Meanwhile 14 year old Maggie Sawyer is staring at everything she owns laying on her front lawn. Her parents are shipping her to Midvale to live with her aunt, because Maggie couldn’t hide those curly letters that make up Alexandra Danvers, forever. Not when she was constantly wanting to trace the letters hidden under her hoodie sleeves.

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Welp, I guess I got a fanfiction for y’all.

Title: Hunting X for X Bruises

Summary: An AU where the bruises and cuts of a soulmate appear on the skin. Gon becomes increasingly worried about his soulmate as he gets tattooed with new marks everyday, and hopes to find the person soon. Killua, on the other hand, has been brainwashed by his family to believe that the spots on his skin are a curse from the person who plans to target and kill him, as they feel that him learning about a soulmate would make him soft during jobs. 

Rating: PG-13 (For right now. It’ll probably go up as the story progresses)

Words: 1,073

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This idea is also very loosely based off of this fan art by @teacupbun, I definitely won’t take credit for it! Also, thank you to @dragmakihiveka, the best friend who literally gives the best encouragement ever, for asking me to write the fan fic! It was a lot of fun!

I definitely have more coming if anyone is interested in a continuation!

Please don’t be afraid to give feedback!

I will always love whatever you have to say, even if it’s negative. I know my writing is a bit rusty…

I’m gonna put this under the cut, just ‘cause it’s a lil long.


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whole, an apollo and artemis fic

So! This is what I’ve been working on for the last week, I would love it if y'all would read and give me your thoughts c: It’s still…technically greek myth fanfiction, but it’s a lot more original than the fic i usually write, and i also tried messing aroud with some shit stylistically.

ANYWAY, let me know!


The first hands to ever touch him are his sister’s.

Humans, Apollo learns later, don’t remember their own birth. Why would they? The birth of another mortal is nothing special, except in the rarest of cases. In his time, he comes to love many of them – but many mortals is still a drop in the ocean of humanity. And there is always another.

There is no one in the world like Artemis.

The ache of losing her is his first concrete memory. Everything before that is a haze of warmth and contentment, even with the brief episode of their mother turning into a quail. Apollo, ever drawn to heat, is happy to stay exactly where they were, wrapped up in each other.

Artemis, though, has other plans. He holds tight, but their mother’s body moves, and his sister’s tiny fist pushes itself into his face until he’s forced to let her go, their bodies tearing in two where before there had always been one.

(So violent, he teases later, and he has half a second to catch her smirk before her fist smashes into the exact same spot.)

After that, everything occurrs in an explosion of speed and sensation. Loss, pain, determination, constriction—

And then light, crashing down over him as his sister’s hands cradle his head, and guide him into being.

Sometimes, if he’s feeling particularly despondent, he’ll bury his hands in his hair, palms brushing against the places her chubby little fingers had been. And then he goes to find her, because a simple reminder is never enough. Not for Apollo.


The sun is the centre of the universe, but Artemis is a stubborn soul. They could have ruled the sky together, but she’s always run on ahead of him. More than one of their relations has suggested that she runs away, but the arrow talk like that encourages is hers.

Artemis doesn’t run from him. She trusts him to catch up.

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Father's Day with Jungkook

And finally, to finish the series off as he always does, our half bunny half cheetah maknae, the second half of the Busan line, Jeon Jungkook aka kookie

  • All of the father related posts are here
  • For everyone that hasn’t read part one, he has two kids
  • A lil daughter and a lil son
  • They’re actually twins
  • The lil boy is younger than his sister by just a few minutes but she never lets him forget it
  • “I get the last bite bc I’m older”
  • “By like two seconds chill”
  • But he also uses it to his benefit
  • “Why should you get the last bite I’m the baby in this household”
  • It’s honestly really amusing to watch them bicker bc they’re both just as stubborn as kookie is
  • “Why don’t you two just cut the last bite into half??”
  • “That’s not the same daddy it’s gotta be just one it’s too small”
  • “Ight then I’ll eat it solution found”
  • “Fine we’ll cut it in half don’t touch it”
  • He’s v v protective but lowkey about it (at least he thinks he is)
  • Like when the boys are playing around his precious rascals, he’s a bit !!!
  • Bc does tae really have to hold them by their ankles like that yes they’re giggling yes they’re not in pain but whaT IF HE DROPS THEM
  • In the back of his mind he understands that tae has twice the kids he does and knows how to not drop a child but like !!!! his bbys he can’t watch
  • There’s this really precious moment that kook will always look back on and smile at
  • He had a r e a l l y long day
  • He’d been practicing all day, he was tired and sweaty and just wanted to go crawl into bed
  • The second he lays down, he’s out like a light
  • Thankfully the bbys are already asleep so he doesn’t have to feel guilty about not saying goodnight since he’d already gotten a call around their bed time so they could say goodnight and a quick “fighting!”
  • The next morning, he’s still feeling a bit sluggish and the kids notice so they decide to cheer him up
  • He’s half asleep like can barely keep his eyes open, he’s ready for a nap even though he’s been awake for all of an hour
  • But then he sees his bbys come down, practically swimming in his classic white shirts
  • They’d gone upstairs, into his closet and put on the first shirts they could reach
  • “Look daddy I’m you!!!!”
  • The second he sees them, he turns so :D
  • Like his cheeks are actually hurting from smiling, it’s all teeth and eye smiles and giggles bc his precious tiny bbys
  • He makes sure to take a picture with them and post it onto twitter bc he just has to
  • He needs to have it documented bc sometimes he just needs that extra push of motivation and that picture of his lil bubs smiling so wide and looking so cute is perfect for it
  • They would insist on getting him a present
  • They’re super into the card making part but they also want to give him a present bc they’re just starting to grasp the idea of what a present is so who better to give their first gift to than their father
  • You take them to the store bc they’re not quite sure what they wanna give him
  • You tell them gifts can be literally anything, clothes, toys, candy, jewelry whatever their lil minds can come up with
  • After a lil meeting with each other that was actually just them mumbling to each other, they decide they wanna get him a stuffed animal of some sort
  • The very first thing Jungkook gave them was a teddy bear which they still share to this very day
  • Spoiler alert but they end up keeping that worn out bear their entire lives and when they move out, it stays in their room
  • The amount of times you and kook have to patch that bear back together is unbelievable
  • Toys already get kinda beat up when there’s one child but there are two who both want it at the same time so that bear goes through a lot
  • They once played a game of who can throw the bear farther and kook just sits back and waits for one of them to come crying to him screaming that Ted lost his eye daddy we need to take him to the hospital
  • They pick him out a cute lil plushy, one each bc even though you told them they could join in on the whole present thing, they want to give him different animals
  • Bby boy wants to give him a puppy but bby girl wants to give him an elephant
  • They make him cards of course and they put their heart and soul into it but they’re also really really excited to give him his gift
  • Bc they’ve never done it before and they’re actually kinda nervous
  • Will he like it what if he doesn’t how does one handle that
  • They wake him up somewhat chaotically
  • Here’s the thing lil boy is a bit shier than lil girl but he also lowkey has no mercy when it comes to waking people up
  • He’s the kid that goes straight for the blankets and just yanks them off bc he knows that shit works
  • And if it somehow doesn’t, he’s gonna start screaming
  • Like just straight up, top of his lungs screaming
  • Whereas lil girl likes to kiss her father awake, maybe scream just a tiny bit but she’s a lot more patient about it
  • If bby boy doesn’t get results within 0.2 seconds, he’s gonna start the screeching but she’ll wait like a solid minute before she unleashes the screams
  • Needless to say, they do wake Jungkook up quite quickly
  • But he can’t be mad bc they smile so wide when they see his eyes open and they’re just like “good morning daddy!!” in their angelic lil voices
  • He can’t even believe they were the same kids that were screaming in his face two seconds ago
  • They give him his card but they’re really pumped about the present
  • They’re both watching him super carefully to see his reaction as he’s opening it
  • He gets all smiley so they’re v v proud of themselves
  • They spend the day curled up on the couch, watching some anime or maybe a movie at some point
  • They have a huge bowl of popcorn and they’re all snuggled up together and it’s just really precious
  • He would invite his parents and the boys over for dinner and they’d all spent the night talking about all of those embarrassing childhood stories which the kids would l o v e to hear
  • There’d be a shit ton of laughing from everyone and embarrassed smiles from him but everyone’s so so happy to be together
  • Father’s day with Jungkook would be laidback but perfect for your family
Welcome Aboard Chpt. 15

Summary: “You! Stay behind and let them go free, but wait until we are a far distance out. That’s an order! And you! Take the beloved prince to Captain Lester’s quarters. He would like to meet him.” Dan could swear he heard the smirk in the pirates voice. He stiffened. Captain Lester? The same Captain Lester who was said to be the deadliest pirate that sailed the seas? Dan finally realized why the ship was familiar. It was the same ship that had invaded, looted, and sunk over 38 of their own ships in just one night.Dan knew he was definitely going to die.“


Dan Howell is a Prince who gets kidnapped by none other than Captain Lester, the deadliest pirate to sail the seas

a/n: I’M BACK FROM THE DEAD! And I have the last chapter in the series. Thank you all for all of your kind messages about this piece. I hope you enjoy the ending, and I’m sorry it took so long. 

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Meant To Be

Anonymous asked: Would you write skimmons soulmate au where jemma has name ‘Daisy’ on her wrist and the whole time, since Skye has joined the team, she thought that Skye isn’t her soulmate, but it turns out she’s Quake so they can be together?

Yes! I have seen some of these, and I decided to change the place of the name. It just made more sense to me like this. I’m also still in denial about trip. But NONETHELESS. Here’s your soulmate au! :) Thanks for prompting!

The first time Jemma had seen Skye’s mark, it hadn’t really clicked in her head. She was too busy patching her up and there was blood smudged over it. Frankly, there was blood everywhere after Skye got shot by Quinn.

It was only when Jemma had to keep looking after Skye, changing her bandages, checking the wounds that her fingers nearly skimmed over the five letters that were printed on her ribs, right below the fabric of where her bra would be. Five letters exactly, written out in her own perfect handwriting. It was the way she would sign a letter, really. Jemma.

Her heart fluttered and she had to excuse herself to sort her thoughts, because it was wrong. Because there were also five letters on her own ribs.

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Olicity: 2am Phonecalls

Note: This is entirely dedicated to the wonderful smoakd who essentially co-wrote the plot to this. I can’t even take credit for half of this, as this came from her outstanding brain. For you, wifey!

Originally posted by fallingrosesromance


“John? It’s late, is everything okay?”



“It’s Oliver.”

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we seek tomorrow’s sun

title from ‘we are destroyer’ by anberlin. because i wanted liam. no more reason necessary. expect a second part to this in the near to far future. as always and forever i own nothing. many thanks to @katniss-annabeth-luna-jones for looking over this! and also for agreeing that captain charming jewel is the best thing ever after captain swan…

He knows who they are immediately, of course.

Killian has been talking about his Swan almost without pause for the three days he’d been with his brother, after the first few hours of happy reuniting with the brother, which included the let’s-get-Killian-sober session. Instead of commenting on every mention Killian made of her beauty, her strength, and her ability to be absolutely infuriating and yet so completely loveable, Liam has taken to merely nodding along, silent agreement, and letting Killian gush over his ladylove as much as he liked.

The gods know Killian has been through enough already, both in the Underworld and in the Land of the Living.

It keeps Killian from thinking of where he is—the Underworld—and why he is there—he had been sliced in the neck then stabbed in the chest to get rid of the darkness. Really, Liam knows that talking about anything for a long amount of time would keep his little brother’s mind off that.

And Liam loves hearing about the woman who had stolen Killian’s heart—she is proof that—despite the terrible things Killian had done after Liam’s death, people are even now in the Underworld trying to kill him for what he had done—he still has a heart. That he could heal.

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I wrote a brief reincarnation headcanon last week to the lyrics of It’s All Coming Back To Me Now and left a lot of Levi and Eren’s previous life in the canonverse up in the air. I decided to continue it today with some excerpts from the song lyrics and more detail on the end of Eren’s life and what was going through Levi’s head the entire time.



I finished crying in the instant that you left
And I can’t remember where or when or how
And I banished every memory you and I had ever made

Levi finds it troubling that he only experiences this previous “life” in his dreams and cannot recall any of it when awake. He is constantly haunted by the last dream where Eren is completely gone and Levi found himself alone in a room, sitting on a bed for hours on end and staring at the Wings of Freedom patch in his hands.

He vaguely remembers feelings of hollowness. Then despair, anguish, and this overwhelming feeling of violence. The scenery is black and white but all he sees is red.

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I Won't Say I'm In- (Chapter 2)

A/N: Okay, okay! I know I’m kind of shit, but last season’s finale kind of put me in a loop so I wanted to see how’d this chunk of the show would go before continuing! (I’m sorry! It’s been almost half a year!) But anyway, here you go! It’s supposed to follow right after the mid-season finale.  How I did it was that both Karma’s and Amy’s sections are around the same time (as they kind of match up) as to not add any confusion! Please enjoy!

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